This film contains very strong language.
WHISTLE
COCKS GUN
100 percent, Utah! Good job!
Hi! Johnny Utah.
Your 9am appointment is here.
BUZZES
Special Agent Utah, day one in LA. Welcome aboard.
Your record's impressive.
Thank you...
You may be in the top 2% at Quantico
..but you have zero field experience.
You know less than nothing.
If you knew you knew nothing that'd be something.
Yes, sir.
You eat a solid breakfast, Utah?
Sir?
All food groups, no caffeine, sugar?
I like people to be fit. We don't drink and sure as hell don't smoke!
Sir, I take the skin off chicken.
Good man!
This is us - "Bank Robbery".
< You are now in the bank robbery capital of the world.
1,322 last year in LA County. Up 26%.
Correct. We nailed over 1,000. Miss Deer, take a look at that. Thank you
Know how we nail the bad guys?
By crunching data, good crime-scene work, good lab work, and, most importantly, good data analysis.
Special Agent Utah, are you receiving my signal?
Zero distortion, sir.
I love these things.
You're a real blue-flame special, son: young, dumb and full of cum.
What I don't know is how you got yourself assigned here to LA.
Hell, we must have ourselves an asshole shortage, huh?
Not so far(!)
OK. Pappas?
Yeah?
Put on the blindfold. I want you to retrieve two bricks.
One...
..two. BLOWS WHISTLE
I've been in the field 22 years, fired 19 times in the line of duty.
I got no idea what fetching bricks from a pool has to do with being a special agent.
Added to which, I have been saddled with some blue-flame Quantico cat!
Some quarterback punk - Johnny Unitas, or something.
The shit they pull, huh?
Yeah!
Hey. Angie? Here's your guy!
What...?
SIGHS Er... Pappas. Angelo Pappas.
Punk. Quarterback punk.
Welcome to Sea World, kid.
Good luck, Pappas. >
Two bricks, comin' up.
HEY-YEE-HOW!
ENGINE NOISE
Little hand says time to rock'n'roll
Everybody freeze!
Hands up and eyes down! >
ALL SHOUT AT ONCE
On the floor! Everybody! Move it!
What's the matter with you people?
Outta my way!
Get your fuckin' hands up!
Dumb bitch! What's the matter? Hey, you got ear wax?
Keep your hands where I can see 'em! Hands up!
Hello, hello, ladies and gentlemen. We are the "Ex-Presidents"!
We need a little of your time. We bin screwing you for years so a few more seconds won't matter!
On the floor, asshole! The money's insured and not worth dying for!
How you doin', Dick?
Just implementing your own personal plan of deregulation, Mr President!
CAR HORN >
Time, Mr Carter!
Sixty!
LBJ?
We're stylin'!
Oh, Ron, I got Nancy on the line!
Woooh!
BANG
< WOMAN SCREAMS
< Air Force One is waiting, Mr President.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Hands where I can fuckin' see 'em!
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen - please don't forget to vote!
I'm not a crook!
< WOMAN GASPS
Twenty-seven banks in three years.
In and out in 90 seconds!
No-one gets shot. Now, what are we talking about here?
Solid professionals!
Good moves.
Yeah, they control the room well, and stick to the cash drawers.
They don't go for the vault?
No. They never get greedy.
Smart. You burn time in the vault.
Right. "Reagan" does the driving.
Stolen switch car. They leave it running. It looks parked.
When they run they dump the vehicle and vanish.
Like a virgin on prom night. I mean, they vanish! Pshht!
Surgical. Look at them separate the dye pack.
"Dick" and "Ronny" know their jobs.
Yeah, the Ex-Presidents are the best I've seen. Ever.
When you've finished jerking off, watching MTV, we need to see the tapes.
Pappas, you tell the kid your theory on the Presidents?
Just take the tapes and go, Babbit.
Hang ten, Pap. It's like totally rad, dude!
I tell ya, the department loves it.
What's he talking about, Angelo?
We found the drop car on Mulholland Dri...
We'll go work it.
Oh, no!
Angelo?
Come on!
Thank you. We'll go work it.
Good.
Working a fuckin' drop car! I don't believe it. Working a drop car!
That Pappas!
What a hard-on!
INDISTINCT: MEN CALL INSTRUCTIONS
Car doesn't have AC. Today was a scorcher.
Sweat in the seatbacks.
You through, Mr Wizard? Say if you find Jimmy Hoffa under the seat!
Oh, look! Seven thirty. The night is still young.
You gonna solve this case and start another, huh?
Drop car, my ass! God damn!
You bin working Bank Robbery, what, 22 years?
Yeah, 22 years. Man, LA has changed during that time.
The air got dirty and sex got clean.
Uh-huh. A guy with that time in must have a theory about these guys.
Leave it, Johnny.
OK, you've given up. Fine. Doesn't mean I have to.
Hey, hey! Listen, forget it, kid. They are ghosts.
Yeah? So if you couldn't crack it with all your experience...
..how could I possibly have anything to offer(!)
Maybe I can do better than some burnout.
Watch your mouth!
Maybe you should retire and get some rent-a-cop night job...
..and tell 'Nam stories!
You snot-nosed little shit!
I was taking shrapnel in 'Nam while you were crapping in your hands!
You mad?
Yeah, I'm mad.
GOOD AND MAD?
Yeah. What you wanna do about it?
Feels good, like you're alive, right?
Yeah!
Since you're still alive and not in the box yet...
..why not tell me your theory and we'll go get these guys?
OK, hotshot.
You wanna nail the robbers and be a big hero?
Definitely!
Definitely. Then here it is.
The Ex-Presidents...
..are surfers.
Surfers.
It's in our face. Look at the tan line on this guy.
Oh, well, he must be a surfer(!)
Well, yeah. Last year Nixon scuffs the counter when he's going over...
..so there's a soil sample.
Non-specific mud. Traces of asphalt, traces of oil.
Traces of sand. Carnuba wax.
So I become a wax expert. There's over 80 uses for this stuff.
< Something like 500 products.
Candle wax, car wax, moustache wax, could be anything.
Guy's waxing his moustache at the beach, gets sand in it...
..takes it off with a shoe.
Shoe scuffs the counter...
Shut up! Listen! Maybe you'll learn something.
The lab gave us three possible matches. This is one.
Sex wax!
Yeah.
You're not into kinky shit, are you?
Not yet(!)
Surfers use it. Rub it on their boards for traction.
Thanks for the tip.
You're welcome. Here's another.
Check out the robbery dates. It's strictly a summer job for these idiots.
Four months.
June to October.
Mm-hmm.
Same the year before.
Right. We have one month.
We won't see 'em till next summer.
They're travelling on the money, going where the waves are.
That's right!
The Ex-Presidents rip off banks to finance their endless summer!
BOTH: WHOAH!
Hey, man, a lot of guys your age are learning to surf.
Cool. There's nothing wrong in it.
I'm twenty-five.
That's what I'm saying. It's never too late.
Stick with it. Surfing's the source. Can change your life. Swear to God.
Do I walk around with this under my arm...
..act stoned, ask a few questions?
Well...
..look at 'em - like some kinda tribe. Got their own language.
You can't just walk up to them.
You have to learn the moves, get into their head, pick up the speech.
The FBI is gonna pay me to learn to surf?
It's either you or me. Get my drift?
Angelo, this is for little rubber people who don't shave yet.
You're the quarterback. It's all balance, right? And co-ordination.
How hard can it be?
Ohhhh!
GASPS
COUGHS & CHOKES
Hold on!
Use your arms. Paddle. Come on!
It's all right. You're OK.
COUGHS, GASPS
Crazy son-of-a-bitch. Go commit suicide someplace else!
COUGHS
This pig-board piece of shit!
You got no business out here!
Hey!
My name's Johnny Utah!
Who cares?!
# It's been a long long time
# And too many miles
# Of hand-shaking strangers
# Parading their smiles
# All the faces that come and go
# The only one I really wanna know
# I...want...
# ..you
# I...want...you... #
That is your surfing contact?
"Female, blue eyes, black hair...
..five foot six, 119 lbs."
God, Utah!
Not bad, Utah!
Tyler Ann Endicott, born 27.11.64.
"Speeding, indecent exposure inside moving vehicle..."
Hot, very hot!
What else they got on her?
Nothing I can use. I gotta find an approach. A way in.
Here we go!
Both parents deceased, airplane crash, San Diego, '84.
Yeah, definitely.
ENGINE GROWLS NOISILY
See ya later, Wayne.
Next?
What do you want?
Shrimp and fries.
I mean, what do you want? Why keep hanging around?
I need you to teach me.
Gimme a break. Shrimp and fries...
..to go!
Something to drink, sir?
I'm serious.
I can see you're serious. Forget it.
Stick to...tennis, I don't know - whatever you do good.
Miniature golf. Your number's 37.
You don't understand. I'm gonna learn to surf or break my neck.
What is it? You all of a sudden have to go surfing?
This is a line, right?
No! See...
..all my life I've always done things for others.
In school I played football because my old man expected it.
Folks figured I'd go to law school. So I did. Football scholarship. Phi Beta Kappa...
Will this take a long time?
I'm a big hero to my folks, right?
But two years ago they were killed in a car wreck.
You can't imagine it. Your life changes.
I suddenly realised all my goals had been their goals...
..I hadn't been living my own life. I wanted something for myself.
So I come here from Ohio a month ago.
I'd never seen the ocean. Any ocean.
I didn't think it'd affect me so much.
I'm drawn to it.
Or something.
I want to do what you do.
That's the truth. >
All right.
OK. Tomorrow.
Here. 6am!
If you're one minute late, I'm gone.
And, stud, I didn't take you on to raise, so...
..I'll teach you a few things. Then you're on your own.
God!
Stop here. You'll do exactly what I say when I say?
Sure.
Pop!
If you stand straight, you'll fall over. Try again.
Start over. Do it again.
Hey! What ya' doin'?
Do it again. Pop up.
Stay low, bite it.
You dragged a knee. You'll wipe out. Don't drag. You'll be fish food.
Both feet must land on the board at the same time.
That's it. That's it. You're surfing.
MUSIC: "I Will Not Fall" by Wire Train
Hey-hey!
Whoah!
Yeah!
Doing all right, city boy!
Woooh!
You are surfing!
That's Bodhi.
They call him the Bodhisattva.
He's a modern savage.
He's a searcher.
What's he searching for?
The ride! The ultimate ride.
The guy's even crazier than you.
Hey!
Heads up!
Put me down!
We know each other.
That's a...a surf board, all right.
Looks like a '57 Chevy I once had!
Tyler, come here.
Who's he? You replace me?
Where you been?
He surfs real well(!)
He's from Kansas, or something.
Kansas?
Heads up! >
Good catch.
Ready!
Set!
Hut! Hut! Go, go, go!
ALL YELL, SHOUT & LAUGH
Hut!
Whose ball is it? Who wants it?
Hut!
Get him!
Ready!
Set!
Hut!
What the fuck is wrong with you? Isn't that out of line?
Cool it, Roach. Know who this is?
No, I don't!
This is Johnny Utah, Ohio State Buckeyes, all conference.
Number 9, how ya doing?
Johnny fuckin' Utah! Sorry, man. Didn't mean to get in ya face!
Man, you beat SC in the Rose Bowl!
You? You did this?
Yep, him!
It was one hell of a game.
No shit. Yeah, but you got nuked in the last quarter.
Yeah, my knee got folded 90 degrees the wrong way!
That's why you never went pro?
Two years surgery, missed my window.
Went to law school instead.
Law school! You're a lawyer?
Wow!
Life's not over yet. You're surfing.
Lawyers don't surf!
This one does. >
< Let's play some football!
BUZZES
Special Agent Utah, this is not some job flipping burgers at a drive-in!
Yes, the surf board bothers me.
Your approach to this whole damn case bothers me. Yes, YOU BOTHER ME!
Pappas, for the love of Christ, how did you talk me into this bonehead idea?
Harp, we're working undercover. It takes time. We've produced...
No, no, no, no! Let me tell you what you've produced.
In the last two weeks you have produced exactly squat.
SQUAT! And the Ex-Presidents have robbed two more banks!
Either of you have anything even remotely interesting to tell me?
Caught my first tube this morning...sir!
Goddamn it! Can't you leave it in the car?
Sticks out so I can't lock it. Anyway, we're handling our caseload.
I'm surfing on my own time.
Just don't rub Harp's nose in it.
Think I joined the FBI to learn to surf?
It was your lame-oh idea! You got to back me up on this.
We better come up with something, quick.
My friend?
Encino Savings and Loan. Guard grabbed "LBJ"s ponytail.
28 robberies. What do we get from it? One fuckin' hair.
Angelo, pay attention.
There'll be a test afterwards.
Lab shows traces of toxins in the hair. Selenium, titanium, arsenic.
Beaches close due to waste spills.
Surfers are territorial. They stick to certain breaks.
If we get hair samples and get a match at a beach...
..we'd know which break the Ex-Presidents surf.
You buying this?
Nope!
No.
But let's do it, anyway.
It will bug the shit out of Harp.
My man!
Yeah!
Hey! When you're done making out, I need to talk.
What's this? Fuckin' narco entrapment or what, dude?
Not exactly, dude. Making a wig for my girlfriend. Thank you.
Fuckin' guy's narc, man.
Dude cut my hair!
So what? He didn't bust us.
He fuckin' cut my hair!
Bro? Bro? Don't move! Got some huge sucker crawling into your ear!
Got it!
Leave some fuckin' hair!
What is it?
Saved your life, bro. Close one!
PCBs, selenium, titanium, arsenic.
The percentages look right.
Here's a match.
A match?
Latigo Beach. Nice point break. Long workable rides.
Surf's up, Ace!
Stay off my wave!
Goons trying to drop in.
RAUCOUS POP MUSIC PLAYS
Paddle! Paddle! Paddle!
# One...two...
# Three! Go!
Out of my way, stupid!
Hey!
You dinged my board!
Watch where the fuck you're going!
Politeness counts, asshole!
Go back to the Valley, man!
LAUGHS
"Angelo, I've eaten shit 47 times and got my lights punched by a psycho."
"There must be 20 guys here with ponytails."
Patience, hotshot. Patience.
It'll be subtle. They'll be a group within a group.
They'll be a tight unit. You see 'em, you'll know.
This him?
Yeah!
OK...
..I know...
..this is where you tell me how locals rule...
..and yuppie insects shouldn't be surfing your break!
Nope!
That'd be a waste of time.
We're just gonna fuck you up.
LAUGHTER
THUMP
GRUNTS, GASPS, SHOUTS
Johnny, are you there? You'd better not be trying to pick up any babes!
Hit him! Harder! Yeah!
Back off! He's with me!
Kiss my ass!
Back off, Warchild. Seriously.
Thank you.
Stay out of this, Bodhi.
What's your name?
Bunker.
Bunker. Well, listen. I'm actually glad you found me.
Yeah, why?
GRUNTS, EXCLAMATIONS
Shit!
Come on!
< GROANS
This is stimulating, but we're outta here. Let's go, Utah.
MOANS
Just keep walking.
Oh!? Er... Oh! OK!
You guys seen a kid run through with a car stereo? He stole it.
No, but there's four guys you might wanna check out!
Thanks, buddy!
Hope you find it.
I will.
You like to start shit.
Who are those guys?
Nazi assholes. The guy you dropped is Bunker Weiss, the big one is Warchild, AKA Lupton Pitman.
They think they're some kind of death squad round here.
What's their programme?
Brains are wired into bad shit.
Like what? Illegal shit?
I don't know. That's not what I'm talking about.
They live to get radical. They don't understand the sea's spiritual side.
You're not going to start chanting?!
LAUGHS: I might!
This is me.
You still haven't figured out what riding waves is all about!
It's a state of mind. It's where you lose yourself and find yourself.
You've got it right there.
I saw you, like a pit bull. They didn't back you down an inch.
That is very rare in this world.
Thanks for stepping in.
De nada! Delighted! I've people over tonight if you wanna come.
Sure. Where?
Come with Tyler. She knows.
Next time you leave your piece and shield in the car, say in sight!
OK, Dad!
LAUGHTER, LOUD POP MUSIC
I need you to run a plate for me.
Two Denver four Sam niner five niner, late seventies Jeep.
SHOUTS, LAUGHS, LOUD MUSIC
Belongs to Bunker Weiss, my buddy(!) Guy's got quite a sheet.
< Give me the greatest hits.
RADIO MUSIC STOPS
< Felony, possession of cocaine and B & E - three months in juvey.
Felony and assault - post-grad work at Chino. Excellent! I love it!
These guys fit the profile. I say we lay it on Harp.
LOUD POP MUSIC, WHOOPS, SHOUTS
Here comes the night shift.
This is bullshit. It's a bullshit lead. Totally bullshit.
Harp must be fuckin' desperate to listen to you two flakes.
See you bright and early.
Right.
Yoh! Cold pizza, good for breakfast. See you.
When will Harp get us a warrant?
First thing. Get some sleep. Tomorrow may be interesting.
# I don't mind
# If the mountains
# Fell in the sea
# Let it be
# It ain't me
Hey?
Hey, Bodhi!
I taught him that trick.
I like it!
Watch yourself. She's a wild one.
Make yourself at home. What's mine is yours.
It jacks up. You drop down into the pit. It's 25 feet straight down.
And your balls, man, your balls are about this big.
< And the whole thing's fuckin' roaring, right?
Pushing you like a freight train.
Lose it and the fish'll pick you out of the coral.
Big waves are for macho assholes with a death wish.
It's not. It's the ultimate rush. >
Nothing comes close to it. >
Not even sex.
Maybe you aren't doing it right.
Paddling in big surf is a commitment.
You can't just call time out if you don't like the way things are going.
What's biggest? Waimea?
Ridden? McCaha.
Dana Point.
Bell's Beach, Australia.
No way Bell's is bigger than Waimea.
It will be, next year.
Bodhi believes the 50-year storm is coming next year.
Fifty-year storm. What's that?
A legend.
No, it's real. Absolutely real.
Everything moves in cycles.
Twice a century the ocean shows us how small we are.
A storm comes out of Antartica and sends a huge swell 2,000 miles north.
And when it hits Bell's Beach it'll turn into the biggest surf ever seen.
And I will be there.
So will I. ALL WHOOP & YELL
If you want the ultimate, you have to pay the ultimate price.
It's not tragic to die doing what you love.
It's how I want to go.
I won't live to see thirty!
There's too much testosterone here!
LAUGHTER
< Bunch of goddamn adrenaline junkies.
Hope you're not buying into this banzai bullshit like the rest of Bodhi's moonies!
What are you talking about?
You've got that kamikaze look. I've seen it.
Bodhi can smell it a mile away.
He'll take you to the edge. Past it.
Johnny has his own demons. Don't you?
LAUGHS AND WHOOPS >
What's going on?
A stealth mission. You up for it?
Let's do it!
< Let's go!
I can barely do this in broad daylight!
Come on. A least no-one will see how bad you are.
He's not ready for this.
He'll be fine.
Shit! Oh, Shit!
Fuck!
I gotta be fuckin' crazy!
Are you crazy enough?
Yaaaaaa-hoooooo!
Whooooo-hooooo!
Can't see shit out here. I'll die.
Feel the wave. Accept its energy.
Get in sync, then charge with it. You don't need to see.
Yeah. Vision is highly overrated(!)
OK, Johnny, this one has your number on it. Let's jam! Paddle!
< Go, boy! Jam!
Jam? Shit! I'm gonna fuckin' die now.
Fuck it!
Whoah! You're surfing, man!
Whaaaaaaaah!
I'm fuckin' surfin'!
Yeah!
Check it out!
Isn't that the best feeling on earth?
Good break, Johnny.
All right! WOAH!
Look like we lost somebody!
Yeah, leave the fire for them.
Wanna get something to eat?
Yeah, I'm dying.
It's dark. Where's my clothes? Can't find my clothes. >
Had enough?
Yeah.
I just wanna sit out here a minute.
Look at you.
What?
Usually you have this intense sort of scowl of concentration...
..like you're doing all this for a school project.
Or like you've got something driving you.
Look - it's gone.
If I didn't know better...
..I'd say you looked almost happy.
I can't describe how I feel.
You don't have to.
Goose bumps.
It's cold.
Come here.
SURF WHISPERS QUIETLY
Holy shit!
< What!
Shit!
I'm really late.
I'm really late!
Shit!
I'm really late.
LAUGHS
ENGINE ROARS, TYRES SCREECH
CAR BANGS INTO POTHOLES
You guys need help?
Late to your own raid! What a flake!
Has my worthless punk quarterback partner shown up?
Right here.
Good of you to show up, hotshot!
You'll tear my skin, godammit.
I'm ready to rock, Angelo. Where you want me?
Babbit and Alvarez in the back. Cullen will back me up.
You at the side window. Strictly back-up. Don't burn your cover.
Got it.
Take your positions. It's showtime.
Asshole!
Scooby? Come on, Scooby. WHISTLES
Scooby, where are you?
Did you see a dog?
No, man.
No dog? Scooby, come on.
Here, Scooby? KNOCKS
TV BACKGROUND MUSIC
CLICK >
POWER MOWER
What the fu...?!
Get up, man. Get your gun. Somebody at the door!
Yeah, what?
Oh, erm...hi! Have you seen my dog? A cockapoo thing.
I ain't seen any fuckin' dog.
Wait!
MOWER >
This is Utah. Get Angelo out. They're pulling out a fuckin' arsenal.
Utah, repeat, say again.
VERY LOUD ENGINE
Cullen, you copy?
Cullen? Alvarez?
Don't let him pull his badge.
Fuck! I can't hear jack shit over the lawnmower.
Something's going down, man.
Chill the fuck out. It's nothing.
Shut the fuck up! Check the windows, bro, do it!
...and the little bastard ran off. >
I know nothing about a fuckin' dog!>
Hide the shit!
You sure it's not in the back yard?
I ain't got time for this bullshit!
There's two guys out the back!
Oh, shit! We're fucked!
That fuck comes through the door, I'll pump him up, man. Christ!
Can I just look in the back? >
I'm telling you, he's not here.
Anyone else who may have seen him?
Get the fuck outta my face!
FBI, gorgeous!
FBI - DROP IT!
Fuck you!
BULLETS, SCREAMS
Fuckin' pigs!
HYSTERICAL SCREAMS
Wait! Wait! Wait! Oh, shit!
Aw, shit! You motherfucker!
You motherfuckin' sonofabitch!
Shut up!
< Dumb motherfuckers!
CURSES, YELLS, SCREAMS
Back up or I blow her fuckin' head off.
SCREAMS HYSTERICALLY
Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!
GASPS, SHOUTS, GROANS
SCREAMS
You fuckers!
MOWER >
GRUNTS, THUDS, GASPS
GASPS, GRUNTS
SILENCE
Speak into the microphone, squid brain!
Punk, gimme your hand.
Fuck you!
Gimme your other hand.
GROWLS AND GRUNTS
There you go. You OK?
Fuck!
No! Ow! Oooooh!
< Don't touch it! Aaaaaah!
< Oh.... oh...ah...owwww!
It's been paper targets until today, huh?
It's no different. Just a little more to clean up.
You did all right today. You did good.
Goddamn sonofabitch! Real cowboys, right! Batman and Robin!
You know what this is? Know what this is, punk?
Two "Kees", uncut, crystal meth.
Oh, shit!
Special Agent Utah, Agent Dietz. He was working deep cover for the DEA.
Think I like this hair, man? Huh?
Think I like these clothes?
My wife wants me to stay at Ramada.
I've been working on these fuckers for three months!
I get 'em to play with me so I can find out their supplier.
Then you cowboys show up.
Nice tatoo, Dietz.
You like that, Pappas? Fuck you.
He has a record of your suspects' movements over the last 3 months.
I wanna know, smart guy, how these guys are robbing a bank on August 2,
..when they were in Fort fuckin' Lauderdale August second?
Why don't you figure that out?
Not an easy thing to do, is it? >
Fuckin' jerks!
Aw, shit!
Shit!
BUZZER
GROANS
INSISTENT BUZZING >
Hey! Five foot walls at Zero's. Let's go. Hey, Tyler.
Hey, Bodhi!
Let's go! Time's a-wasting. Now!
He does this.
EXCITED WHOOPS
You all right?
Look like you saw a ghost.
"Forget it, kid. They're ghosts."
I gotta go.
What?
I forgot a meeting with a new client.
I gotta jam. Sorry. Call you later.
So I started trailing him.
The Zen surfmaster?
Bodhi, yeah. I'm on him all day.
He goes to Tower Records, lunches at Patrick's Roadhouse...
..goes to the Assured Trust Savings and Loan.
He rob it?
Cute(!) He was inside 20 minutes. Roach waited in the truck.
They were scoping it out.
Scoping it out? Cashing a cheque.
Then they go home and they box up their shit. See, summer's over.
They load it in Bodhi's truck and take it to a storage unit.
Then I lost them. But the house is empty. They're leaving.
Goddammit! Why didn't you call me? They're probably halfway to Maui.
They've got to pick up travelling money.
Assured Trust, tomorrow, next day, latest. I got a feeling on this.
Last time you had a feeling I killed a guy. That looks bad on my report.
Angelo, I'm right this time. We can still win.
OK. Tomorrow morning we'll be at the bank like stink on shit.
This Calvin and Hobbes is funny. >
Oranges, sir?
Want some oranges?
No. >
No. We got a lot. Thanks. Good luck.
God!
LAUGHS: ..For his turkey cemetery?!
It's time for lunch.
Angelo, it's 10.30!
Round that corner is a sandwich shop that sells meatball sandwiches.
Best I've ever tasted. Go and get me two? Come on, partner. Two.
Thank you.
Utah? Get me two.
How ya doing?
Hi. Two meatball sandwiches, tuna on wheat and two lemonades, please.
< Meatballs, tuna on wheat...
< ..two lemonades. That's 7.84.
Thank you.
LAUGHS: Oh, boy!
You scared me!
Yours is like a road kill. Enjoy!
A road kill? Thanks very much(!)
Here's your lemonade. Did you see that Lincoln pull up?
I'm so hungry I could eat the ass off a dead rhino. What Lincoln?
Goddammit! >
FBI! Freeze!
I got him!
NO!
Freeze! FIRES
GLASS SMASHES
Fuck!
Get in! Get in!
Go! Go! Go!
GO!
Gimme a break! I am going!
I don't see 'em! Where'd they go?
I don't believe this!
We're losing 'em!
Sam, you're losing 'em!
I'm not losing 'em!
To the right! TO THE RIGHT!
Punch it! Punch it! Punch it!
< Where is he, Dick?
He's still behind us.
This car's a piece of shit.
They're on the left!
I think we lost 'em.
Tell me where he is.
We got you!
You ain't got shit!
Damn it! Come on, come on!
OK, guys, emergency sanitation.
Back up, buddy! Just try it, man.
< What about the old Chevvy?
< I got him.
Get away from the car!
Don't do it, don't be stupid. Run!
Why's he taking so long?
Come on!
We gotta go! What's his problem?
ENGINE REVS
GO!
Shit!
Fuck!
EXPLOSION
Look out! >
GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE!
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!
BARKS, SNARLS
YELLS IN PAIN
Oh, NO! NO!
HOWL OF RAGE
Say again, forty-one.
Cal plate - 562 Sam, Ida, X-ray. Base out.
Nothing?
Nothing.
Johnny, I wanna see you in my office, right now.
Unit 23. See the manager 4650 Wilshire.
I want you to know something - when you shoot, you don't miss.
I missed.
No. I think you're either scared...
..or you're getting too close to this surfing guru buddy of yours.
I don't believe you're scared.
Hey, go home and get some rest - you look like hammered shit.
If I get anything that resembles your boy, I'll beep you. Go home.
So, what's the other guy look like?
Never saw him, it was a basic hit-and-run.
You look like you got in a train wreck.
The jerk just kept driving?
Ouch! Babe, I'm sorry.
Johnny, what is it with you? You've got that look again...
..as if you're about to tell me something and then you don't.
Or you can't.
There's something I want to tell you.
It's important - it can really affect things between us.
Man, this is harder than I thought.
God, men are so bad at this.
Shhh. Some other time.
You act like nothing happened!
Relax, Nathanial.
Don't tell me to relax! He's FBI!
I shoulda shot him.
I'll deal with that fuckin' cop.
No, Rosie.
We've hit 30 banks in three years and they haven't touched us.
This just ups the stakes of the game
Fuck the stakes! The only person this is a game to is you.
This is serious shit, and I am scared. OK?
I say we get the fuck outta here now, tonight.
You run, you die.
Come on, think about it.
This was never about money. It was us against the system.
That system that kills the human spirit. We stand for something.
To the dead souls on the freeways in their metal coffins...
..we show them that the human spirit is still alive.
So, you trust me?
OK.
Don't worry about this guy - I know exactly what to do with him.
GUNSHOT
A LAWYER!
You lied to me!
Tyler, put the gun down.
I bet you lied about everything.
I bet you lied about your parents!
Just tell me the truth, Johnny.
Did your parents die in a car accident?
DID THEY?!
They live in Colombus, Ohio.
I work Bank Robbery. The guys I'm after are surfers. I needed you...
Fuck you! Don't you have a soul?
DROPS GUN
Goddamn you to hell!
TYLER, WAIT... ARGH! TYLER!
"Leave a message."
Tyler, look, I know I fucked up.
I wanted to tell you but I was afraid you'd leave. Good guess, huh?
Fuck! Why can't I ever say what I really mean?
'I lied to you. I'm an asshole but I need you, Tyler.'
'I never met anyone like you before and I hope you change your mind.'
DOOR BUZZER
Tyler, wait. I'm coming.
Howdy, bro'.
So, come on, we're rollin'.
What's going on, Bodhi?
Cut yourself shaving?
I don't wanna surf right now.
Surf? No, this is different, Johnny, and you will love it.
So, we gotta get your stuff and get outta here.
OK. Socks...
..shirts...
..boots...
Put the stuff on on the truck. We gotta go - life is short.
You are gonna love this!
YO!
Take this too.
Thank you, sir. There you go.
Ever done this before?
No. I've seen it on TV.
100% pure adrenaline.
Other guys snort for it, jab a vein for it - we jump.
It's a blast but I sorta screwed my knee up yesterday.
Yeah, I saw you limping. Don't worry, we're not gonna land on land.
Fine. I feel so much better(!)
OK, let's fly.
Three minutes.
This is a ceremony we do at the end of the summer - one last speedstar.
By the way, you might wanna pull that little orange thing sometime.
The life you save may be your own.
So, er...who packed my 'chute?
I did. Why? You don't trust me?
You gotta earn trust.
OK, we'll earn it together. Here, take mine.
Bohdi's packs are pretty shitty - they only open about half the time.
Less!
Bullshit.
Why don't you take Grommett's?
No, this one's set for a neck-breaker, man.
You'd be better off with something like this.
Are we gonna jump or jerk off?
That's my man!
Let's do it!
You're about to jump out of a perfectly good airplane. How do you feel about that?
JOYFUL WHOOPS
SHIT! OH, SHIT!
WHOAH-HO-HO!
SEX WITH THE GODS!
YOU CAN'T BEAT THIS!
THIS IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!
HA HA!
WHEW!
WHOA! YEAH YEAH YEAH!
COME ON, JOHNNY!
THAT'S IT, JOHNNY! GO FOR IT!
COME ON, JOHNNY!
YOU CAN DO IT. COME ON!
USE YOUR ARMS - FLY LIKE AN EAGLE!
KEEP COMING.
YOU DID IT - YOU'RE A SPEEDSTAR!
WE'RE GOING LIKE A BAT OUT O' HELL.
HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, JOHNNY?
AMAZING. FUCKING AMAZING!
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL - I LOVE THIS GROUND-RUSH SHIT.
OKAY... BREAK!
GREAT, ISN'T IT? YOU'RE DOING GOOD.
A THOUSAND FEET, PULL.
AFTER YOU, ALPHONSE. I INSIST.
PULL THE RIPCORD NOW.
YOU FIRST, SONOFABITCH!
LAUGHS
Jesus Christ.
I gotta be losing it.
It's the closest you'll ever get to God.
It's in the palm of your hand, coming right at you.
Totally indescribably.
We did pull pretty low.
Didn't I tell you, Johnny would be just fine?
Johnny, drop your chute right there.
Pack off your shoulders.
Step back out of it.
I'll pack that for you, Bodhi.
Thanks.
Johnny, there's something you need to see.
Hop in.
OK.
What's this?
This is an insurance policy.
It will sting a bit but it's for your own growth, bro. Press PLAY.
FUCK YOU!
"FUCK YOU"
She is a wild one, isn't she, Special Agent Utah?
You're fuckin' dead, man!
Hold it. Think it through, man.
I'm the only one who knows where she is. So let me talk.
Rosie won't do anything...
..as long as I meet him at a certain place in six hours.
Call him right now and tell him to let her go!
I can't, bro. They're on the road.
You're shit outta luck.
COUGHS
Man, I hate this. I really do. I hate violence.
That's why I need Rosie. I could never do that, man.
I couldn't hold a knife to Tyler. She was my woman, we shared time.
But Rosie is a...mechanism - once you set him in motion he will not stop.
He's got this gift of blankness.
But at three o'clock he will gut her like a pig and try not to get any on his shoes.
There is nothing I can do unless I get there. That makes us partners.
We both have the same goal - to get me where I need to go, right?
We're wasting time.
That's what I love about you, Johnny - you're as sharp as a razor.
Murphy, take the plane down to Santa Monica, top up the tanks.
OK, guys, party time. Move it!
All I'm asking for is 90 seconds of your life, Johnny.
See? It's basic dog psychology.
If you scare them and get them peeing down their leg, they submit.
But if you project weakness you draw aggression and people get hurt
See, fear causes hesitation and hesitation causes your worst fears to come true.
It's simple. You project strength to avoid conflict.
Peace through superior firepower.
There - can't have you walking through doors with your dick in your hand!
I can't do this.
Sure you can. You might like it. It's a killer rush.
Bodhi, this is your fuckin' wake-up call, man! I am an FBI agent!
I know, man. Isn't it wild?
We can exist on a different plane.
Why be a servant to the law when you can be its master?
Fuckin' A!
I love this fuckin' job.
OK. 90 seconds, door to door.
It's a small price to pay for someone who loves you.
She does, you know?
It's not her style to fall so hard. I don't think she did with me.
OK. Mr Carter.
< LBJ.
Mr Nixon.
Well, sorry, Johnny. Looks like you don't get to be President!
I'm ready.
Rock 'n roll!
EVERYBODY FREEZE! ON THE FLOOR.
Hold it! Where you going?
< On the floor, asshole!
I'll blow out your fuckin' kneecaps and you'll be on the floor.
Kick in the ass, ain't it? Look you're on TV. Smile.
May be a little hard to play FBI now
Let's get the goddamned money and go!
No-one move. Heads down, eyes down.
Your attention, ladies and gentlemen, please.
We're the Ex-Presidents and, as you can see, we're robbing your bank.
With a little co-operation I won't blow your heads off.
I need just a couple of minutes of your lives and we're gone. >
Dick, go to the vault.
Er...you, Miss Jennings, be a dear and open the gate for my associate.
Mr Duggan's got the keys.
We never go to the vault!
Just do it!
Go to the vault, man. Go! Go!
Who's Mr fuckin' Duggan?!
Mr Duggan, will you open the vault or will I?
Do whatever they want, Teri.
Take the keys!
Move it!
Open the damned door!
I'll fuckin' blow your fuckin' head off!
Come on!
OK. All right.
The fuckin' vault! A bad idea.
On the ground. Don't look at me!
You're blowing it, man. You're pulling too much time.
Jimmy, how we doing?
Sixty-five. What's happening?
Don't worry, man, we're doing fine.
(Hey, I'm a cop.)
(So?)
(I'm a cop.)
(No...don't.)
(You got a gun on your ankle?)
(When I move, back me up.)
(Please, don't. You don't have to.)
(Back me up.)
< (No. Put it away. Put it away. Please!)
< (Please, put it away.)
HURRY UP!
LET'S GO, WE GOTTA GO!
Fuckin' move!
Federal Agent. Undercover!
FRIGHTENED SCREAMS
NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!
WHIMPERS
You OK? Hang on, little bro.
Come on, we are outta here.
Hang on, little brother.
No!
Are you out of your fuckin' mind?
What is wrong with you?! Is that what you wanted?
You can't take him with us. GO!
Get that camera crew outta here - this is a crime scene area!
< Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
If you so desire, an attorney will be provided for you, free of cost.
Do you understand these rights, Utah?
You understand the rights I've just read you, Utah?!
He understands his goddamned rights! Get these cuffs off him.
Leave 'em on! Your partner's an accessory to murder, Pappas.
Utah, let me show you something, pal
How does that sit on your stomach?
Take your hands off me. Right now.
Listen, look at me.
Don't send him in with like some punk - let me ride him in.
Sure, why not(?)
I put you two screw-ups together because you're as bad as he is.
Only you're a little fatter, a little slower and more pathetic.
Harp, I was in this Bureau when you were still popping zits on your funny face...
..and jackin' off to the lingerie section of the Sears Catalogue!
Is that right?
There's one thing I've learnt that you still haven't got.
Oh, yeah? Why don't you astonish me, shit face?
Respect for my elders, plain and simple.
Come on, kid, let's go.
I know where they're going.
I figured you did.
Santa Monica airport. Fast!
But we've got one minor problem.
What?
We can't arrest 'em, or shoot 'em.
What?!
Did you set the altimeter?
One thousand.
What?
Check the rigging.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Fuckin' FBI.
I'M UNARMED.
COCKS GUN
< But you're not alone.
Good guess.
There's a gun on you right now.
Where's Roach?
Around somewhere.
Listen, we are in kind of a hurry. What do you need?
You gotta tell me where she is. >
Let my policy expire? Good idea(!)
Look, man, people are dead, the ride is over.
Oh, no, no. I say when it's over.
You killed an off-duty cop - they'll nail you wherever you land.
There's a thing called radar, maybe you've heard of it(?)
Nathanial, get in there.
Get back in the cockpit. Move!
I know you, man.
When they fall on you, you won't back down - they'll have to burn your ass to the ground.
And shit happens.
You gotta death wish, fine, but don't take Tyler with you.
I beg you, tell me where she is, then I walk away.
You walk away?
I walk away.
That is beautiful, Johnny.
DON'T FIRE!
THEY'LL KILL HER. NO!
Get out of the way, kid!
Damn.
NOOOOO!
Jesus Christ!
Come on, man, hang on.
You'll be all right.
I'm not flying you guys to San Felipe, man.
Start those fuckin' engines.
Good. Tell him where we're going.
Let's go, man.
We are gonna ride this all the way, you and me. So let's go.
GET THE FUCK UP! TYLER'S WAITING.
Start the engines.
GO!
GO! GO! GO!
Yo, Rosie - Air Force One. Do you read me? Over.
We've been in Mexico the last half hour. Can I quit mowing the lawn?
I got bushes in the wheels.
Shut up and take it to 4,000 feet.
I don't think that's such a good idea, we'll pop up on their screens.
Doesn't matter - we're almost there. Just gotta get to a jump altitude.
Let's get your rig on.
Hey, man, I'm cold - really cold.
Get your jacket. Easy.
Oh, fuck!
I know, I know, I know. Easy.
No, man! No, no, no!
Johnny, throw me that money bag.
< NOW!
You're cold because all the blood is running out of you, Roach.
I hope it was worth it.
Don't listen, he's just scared.
Just think about all the senoritas that are gonna nurse you well again.
What the fuck are you looking at?!
Rosie, this is Air Force One. Do you copy? Over.
"Copy. We have a visual on you."
Tell him to release Tyler.
Do it! Do it now!
You won, you got what you wanted.
What if your chute fails? Cancel the order. She served her purpose.
Do it, man, you owe me that much.
You ready? On three.
One, two...three.
< Little more.
< Get the chute clear. OK?
See you on the ground, all right?
See you in hell, Johnny.
I know you want me so bad it's like acid in your mouth...
..but not this time.
Adios, amigo.
FUCKER!
GOD! WHA...?
Pull the chute, Bodhi.
Pull the fuckin' chute!
Why don't you pull it?
No games, Bodhi! Pull it now!
No, you pull it.
You gotta drop the gun, or let go with your other hand. Right?
Pull it or I'll blow your fuckin' head off and pull it myself.
The only way it's gonna happen.
Swear to God, I will
Do it or you gonna die, Johnny.
Six seconds, you gonna be meat waffles.
Five...four...three...
You're fuckin' crazy! Pull it.
Shit! Shit!
BOTH SHOUT
Jesus Christ, Bodhi.
God, you are one radical sonofabitch.
I'm outta here, Johnny.
YELLS IN PAIN
That knee again, huh?
Too bad. Looks like this time you won't be getting your man.
This game we both lose.
Let her go.
Let her go!
Johnny, I...
Shush. Some other time.
Come on, we're outta here.
YO, JOHNNY.
I'LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT LIFE.
WHOOPS
I can't leave him, I gotta bury him.
There's no time, man.
RADIO - "..in coastal areas between Torquay and Cape Ottway."
"This may be the worst storm in Australia's history."
"Heavy rain and destructive winds will continue into the night."
"The cyclone is expected to cross the coast at Bell's Beach early tomorrow morning."
"Residents are advised to prepare for evacuation."
What you gonna do now? >
I'm gonna get out of this wet - I'm freezing.
Sorry, mate.
Anybody been out there?
Nobody is. You gotta be crazy, man. Death-on-a-stick out there, mate.
Look at it out there.
SURF THUNDERS
Lose something, bro'?
Special Agent Utah. I knew I could count on you.
I've been to every city in Mexico.
Came across an unclaimed piece of meat in Baja - turned out to be Rosie.
Guess he picked a knife fight with sombody better.
Found a passport of yours in Sumatra, missed you by a week in Fiji.
But I knew you wouldn't miss a 50-year storm, Bodhi.
Yeah.
Too bad. Finally get your waves and it's totally closed out.
Just waiting for my sit.
You gotta go down. You crossed the line.
People trusted you and they died.
Yeah, it went bad, went real bad.
Life sure has a sick sense of humour.
Still surfing?
Every day.
Come on, Bodhi. It's time to go.
You know you gotta go back with me.
LAUGHS
Sorry, my friend.
Come on!
SHIT! NO!
NO!!
I told them...
..you'd go quietly.
NO!
You know there's no way I can handle a cage, man.
I don't care. You gotta go down.
< It's gotta be that way.
OK, man. OK.
I'm screwed.
I go to jail, I pay, and Johnny Utah gets his guy. Right?
Good for you. That's real good.
You're gonna be a big hero.
But look at it, Johnny. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Just let me go out there and get one wave before you take me. One wave.
Where am I gonna go, man?
Cliffs on both side. I'm not gonna paddle to New Zealand!
My whole life has been about this moment, Johnny.
Come on, compadre.
Come on.
COME ON!
Via con Dios!
What the fuck, Utah?
You let him go!
No, I didn't.
No way! The guy's nuts.
We'll get him when he comes back in.
He's not coming back.
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